A look through the eyes of Ferris E. Jones
Shall I welcome this affair,
With its fate and prepare?
Or become its next heir,
Fully willing to impair?
Witness to the death of friends,
The honor it descends?
Watch as last breath ascends,
Remember me when it ends?
When lying in sufferance each night,
Remembering the days bright light.
At a heater vent calmly praying,
Above me it remains obeying.
While I toss the day’s events out,
Inquire for peace without a doubt.
My loss to a portal I shout,
And each day I will wake without.
Small condolence will I receive,
Memories past, I will perceive.
Not sure of stories to believe,
In dreams fair, I solemnly grieve.
Ferris E. Jones writes poetry and screenplays from his residence in Seattle Washington. His work has been published in Se La Vie Writers Journal, Write on Magazine, Outlaw Poetry, Degenerate Literature 17 and other literary periodicals. He is the recipient of two Grants from the Nevada Arts Council and published several collections of poetry, including To Burning Man, Oh the Path that Followed and As the Toad Sleeps. You can learn more about Ferris E. Jones by visiting www.inquisitionpoetry.com.
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